The Choice
J.O.Y. 4 - A.L.L. - P.O.E.M.S.
The Choice
There Jesus hung with thorns on His head,
For into His brow they had been embed.
And as the blood ran down His face,
What is it that put Him in this place?
You see it is His love for you and me,
Just open your eyes and you can see.
For on that day Jesus paid for our sin,
So open your heart and invite Him in.
For only His blood can save our life,
And cleanse us of our sin and strife.
But this is not something He forces you to do,
For you see Jesus leaves the choice up to you.
By Houston T. Winegeart
The Choice
There Jesus hung with thorns on His head,
For into His brow they had been embed.
And as the blood ran down His face,
What is it that put Him in this place?
You see it is His love for you and me,
Just open your eyes and you can see.
For on that day Jesus paid for our sin,
So open your heart and invite Him in.
For only His blood can save our life,
And cleanse us of our sin and strife.
But this is not something He forces you to do,
For you see Jesus leaves the choice up to you.
By Houston T. Winegeart
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